A vacant confusion slowly emerged on Ian's shattered face, refusing to dissipate.
Looking at the situation, it seemed neither he nor the Veron sustaining his existence knew how to react to Fu Qian's righteous indignation.
Finally, after a brief moment, Professor Ian actually collapsed silently, disintegrating into ashes inch by inch.
And this process of destruction, without a doubt, stirred waves of remorse, violently assaulting Fu Qian's will.
For a moment, he deeply felt the weight of his own sins, as if even the waters of the Yangtze could not wash them clean.
Facing such a situation, Fu Qian's response was not to waste any effort convincing himself that his actions were just or the like.
Be a bit colder, more serious.
…
"What… exactly is your purpose for infiltrating the Academy?"
Eventually, Veron's voice finally came through.
Unfortunately, faced with Fu Qian's apparently guilt-free demeanor, it seemed this individual once again misunderstood.
